marchez dans les nuages

I wonder where these mouths are now. instead of "cheese" did they say "grrrr"? so many questions there will never be answers to. 

the eloquent facelessness of a city. 

watching a poppy bloom is always rather unsettling, like walking in on a stranger on the toilet. 

this is what a fucking pound of jawbreakers delivered to my door after my bleary late-night ordering looks like! adulthood is everything I expected it to be. 

making prudishness dainty! 

I turned this photo on its side to better capture the indignant earnestness. fools!

this sinuous anomaly lives outside my lair. I picture this flower drunkenly attempting to do the Worm at a nightclub and all its sober flower-friends standing rigidly in the background pretending to ignore it. 

this was once spankin' new and cooked meals and fed people and made the place smell like somebody gave a fuck, and now it's in a constant silent scream. 

it's spittlebug season! I can't think that without inserting an insufferable glottal stop, so I just call them "spit bugs" when I have to reference them aloud. the 'spit' is actually foamy sap that they suck from the plant they're on (lavender, here) and use as a bitter-tasting moist cocoon to house their nymphiness. eventually they'll be full-on froghoppers (that's actually their name, cringingly folksy) of the classification Cercopoidea and jump great distances relative to their body size. I've babbled about spit bugs before; I find their pervasiveness and unaesthetic acumen very pleasing.  

a Triumph! I wanted one of these so badly when I was a kid- a Triumph or an MGB to go with my straight blonde hair and honorary Sweet Valley High status. I'm far too gangly to feel comfortable in a car like this now, but I did see the owners get in (an older couple) and I mouthed "I love your car!" and gave them a thumbs-up and they waved back. they probably get that a lot. 

if you need a sackful of C batteries, the lightpole at 20th and E Union can hook you up. 

someone (or more likely, something) eats their bagels like I do: skin only! that was the first thing I saw, but then I noticed the myriad right angles and how everything within a 4' square slice of the universe fit together so casually beautifully. 

I have been in a really happy mood lately and I finally figured out why.